Priya's Poems-3: "A Poem is Born"

The beast inside me
runs faster and faster
in the deep forest,
runs in hunger.

The search is on

for the creative desire.
Runs on rugged ,stony
Coarser path.
Wheezes for a long
with its wide-open mouth
and tongue out.
Sniffs everywhere
Comes to a place.
Fixes the theme.

The night …veiling the pole..
Stares at a singing raven
Barks in return.
Blinks for few seconds.
Shakes its head.
Fixes the narrative.

Digs the place.
Until the moon bids adieu
and
welcomes the sun.
Digs for
diction
rhyme
rhythm
meter.
Digs fastly.
Scoop out the bone marrow.
A poem is born.